Why do we write? Why do we post? Why do we photograph?

Where does this need to chronogolize our lives, to share, come from?

This morning I was reading a story of a man who lost his life in a motorcycle accident. He suffered a cerebral aneurysm while driving through the beach country of Delaware when he died. He was survived by his wife and two small children and of his thousands of Instagram posts, he wrote "this is a chronicle of my life, meant for the future eyes of my children, to relive their childhoods. So while sometimes it may seem like a bit much, for me it's never enough." - Wyatt Neumann

That's just it. Our words, our photos, our designs; these are the things we leave behind. The pieces of ourselves that we share with the world so that one day, if we are no longer here to share our stories, there is something left to look back on. I guess it's a bit depressing when you think of it. Preparing the people you love for a world in which you no longer exist. But there is something to be said for the legacy we leave behind. For some of us it's a record broken in a high school sport, or a name in a newspaper. For others it's a sketch in an old journal. Regardless of how you choose to express yourself, never apologize for over sharing. In this complex world, where we are all fighting our own battles, learning a little bit more about ourselves each day lets every expression bring you closer to who you are.

Monday feels.